DISCLAIMER: I don't own The Walking Dead, or it's characters. Just mine, Lily. This is my first fic, so constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. Please review as it will let me know that you want to read more. Thanks 3
"Lily, we've got a code grey and we need a B-52 in room 253 now."
I heard over my co-worker, Henry, say over the walkie.
"Okay, I'll be right over."
I responded. I went to the nurse's station and grabbed what I needed for a B-52. Haldol, Ativan, and Benadryl. A code grey wasn't always something too serious. The patient probably wasn't too big, considering they called me to give the cocktail of medicine. I got to the room just as I saw the patient, a young boy. He was writhing and fighting the other nurse. Making unintelligible noises.
"The kid bit me! Hurry up and give him the needle!"
The nurse yelled as he tried to restrain him. I went up to the kid and stuck him in his shoulder, but instead of going lump he lunged for me. I backed away just as his jaws clamped down on air. And then I noticed his eyes. Glossed over and dull. I unclipped my walkie and put it to my mouth.
"We need restraints in 253 NOW!" I said forcefully. I went over to the over side of the bed and helped restrain the kid as I looked over to Henry.
"What happened?"
He looked at me and answered.
"I was supposed to take him to the morgue when I saw him trying to get up."
"The morgue?"
I asked. I had seen some things in the news about the dead, but I figured it was contained, just as the national guard said.Suddenly, two nurses came in with the restraints. They came up and started to strap the kid down.
"Looks like another one."
One of the nurses said,
"That's the third one today. This is getting out of hand."
I backed away as they finished restraining the kid.
"Well, that's all we can do. We're any of you bit?"
I looked over to Henry, he nodded.
"We're gonna need you to come with us so we can take your vitals."
They took Henry away and I looked back at the little boy, still growling and squirming in his restraints. I turned back and walked out of the room. I made my way to the break room and got my things. I needed to get home. Something bad was happening and I didn't want to be here when it did happen. I had seen many reports on the news, LA was overrun, New York. I figured we'd be safe, but I was no longer sure. The CDC said they were working on trying to find a cure, which is why we had been saving the dead. But the hospital was being taken over by them slowly. I got to my car as quickly as I could when out of the corner of my eye I saw movement. Too scared to look, I opened my car door and shut it, locking it as soon as I could. I turned my car on and drove home, ignoring the speed limit.
"Will! Pack your things we're going to Fort Benning!"
My husband, Will peaked his head out of his office and gave me a confused look.
"What's going on? Why are you home so early?"
"Atlanta isn't safe anymore. The virus is here."
"No, the national guard said that it was contained. You're just being paranoid."
"Will, we've had three of them just today we've had to start keeping nurses who've been bit and scratched there too. The hospital is being overrun. Next it'll be the schools. Just like LA and New York."
I ran upstairs to grab a duffle bag from under my bed. I thought for a second and then grabbed the gun case from under there too. Then went to my closet and got the extra ammo. I what medicine I had and then packed clothes. My bag was getting full. But I still needed my camping equipment and what little food we had. I made a mental note to get groceries before leaving. I figured even if I was just being paranoid it'd be better to be safe. I went downstairs to get food.
"Lily what're you doing? Put the bag down."
"Will, isn't it better to be safe than sorry? Please."
My fiancé looked at me and then got up.
"Okay. What do you need me to do?"
I sighed in relief. And told him what needed to be done.